Heat Is On

[Intro]

So this is what it all comes down to, huh?

When you speak the real they wanna shut you up!

But they can’t shut me down cuz my spirit is invincible!

[Verse 1]

From the dice games and the allies, back to the block

Crank Luke, motherfucker, from the-the-the courtroom

Using our slang, you not the C

You take more than gentrification to watch DC

I’m a wizard, ask around town, they know me

Charles Barkley is the court, I’m the rap Charles Oakley

You niggas so fragile, I bubble wrap ya

Make trap music, still rhyme, shame mumble rappas

Love being wealthy? I can’t accuse ya

Go stand ground with a turban, a Mansa Musa

The richest in history, black man right

Give me 5 hundred million on the black hand side

I don’t like soft rappers, they too menstrual

Make me roundhouse through vocal booth windows

Go find another chick to beat on you

Two niggas chasing the same pussy, Keyunda

[Hook]

The heat is on! (The heat is on)

They want me gone! (They can’t get me!)

I must be doin’ somethin’, right? (You know?)

I must be doin’ somethin’ right! (I must!)

The heat is on! (They can’t get me!)

They want me gone! (They can’t stop me!)

I must be doin’ somethin’, right? (I’m winnin’)

I must be doin’ somethin’ right!

[Verse 2]

Yo, they ain’t smart to make me a feature cuz I’ll usually kill ya

I’ll snap on the beat without using a filter

You don’t want to get bodied by a comedy nigga

But I’m a real rapper, dawg, not some novelty, nigga

I just did shi different, and the internet loves it

Can’t take you rappers serious, you niggas is Publix

I don’t need to sign my life away, just give me a budget

So I can ride something exotic and get out of this bucket

Fuck that, call no paid, condo laid

Credit built, bank account on metal stilts

My brother and my sister wanna open a franchise

That’ll put us ahead of the curb by a landslide

Black american pack, give me a plate

Your career will be finished once I give you this 8-

Bars, that is, and take less than 16 to handle you

Can’t rap in gas stations cuz my flow is flammable

[Hook]

The heat is on! (The heat is on)

They want me gone! (They can’t get me!)

I must be doin’ somethin’, right? (You know?)

I must be doin’ somethin’ right! (I must!)

The heat is on! (They can’t get me!)

They want me gone! (They can’t stop me!)

I must be doin’ somethin’, right? (I’m winnin’)

I must be doin’ somethin’ right!

[Verse 3]

A pill battle, but I’m about to get on the hump

I’m close to the top, just a hop, a skip, and a jump

Niggas is chumps, matter of fact, you niggas is lame

These hoes play you niggas cuz you niggas is game

Bitches will watch you shoot your shot and let you break

Let you fly them out, but don’t let you hit

From chubby to flat stomachs, small to fat Buddhists

I done had more chicks in rotation than past summit

Even Chris Brown say these hoes ain’t loyal

And that’s coming from a nigga that can give them the spoil

Charlie and the mean moves, all in the shower

While her man in the moon getting all caught up on powder

I write that fire, and spit that dope,

Smoke that gas, no head, but I crack jokes

Bass that beat, shoot it like jonkeys in girls

And you fuckin’ right I smoke meth, Slim Charles

[Hook]

The heat is on! (The heat is on)

They want me gone! (They can’t get me!)

I must be doin’ somethin’, right? (You know?)

I must be doin’ somethin’ right! (I must!)

The heat is on! (They can’t get me!)

They want me gone! (They can’t stop me!)

I must be doin’ somethin’, right? (I’m winnin’)

I must be doin’ somethin’ right!